"Momma, am I a good girl?"
She easily swooped me up into her arms and spun me around.
I let out a fit of giggles before going quiet.
"Of course you are honey, why would you ask that?"
I pursed my lips and looked down at my small hands.
"One of the boys in my class hurt my friend at school, so I pushed him out of his seat and he cried."
"What did the teacher say honey?"
"She told me that I was a bad girl."
I sniffled and teared welled up in my eyes.
My mom instantly sat me down on the couch and squatted down in front of me.
"Now now, do not cry little one. You pushed him because you wanted to protect your friend, right?"
"Yes Momma. I was upset."
"You are a good girl with a big heart Vanessa, and it is okay to be upset. You can keep doing what you want to do, as long as you don't get in trouble with the teacher. Momma will always be here for you and you can talk to me about anything."
A big smile spread across my face and I gave my mom a big hug.
Little did I know myself, she was never really there for me.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
